127:1
A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORDbuild the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchmanwaketh but in vain.
127:2
It is vain for you to rise upearly, to sit uplate, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his belovedsleep.
127:3
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
127:4
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
127:5 Happy is the man that hath his quiverfull of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.